For the umteenth time
i have to start all over again...

Hold on,
wait a second...

He holds my hands and pulls me close,
insists that I let him...

Cupid shot me in the side
with another one of his arrows...

Walk into the bathroom
with your feet touching...

The truth is...
we hide so we can be found...

Cupid cupid cupid.
throwing your arrows around like its nothing...

Walk around the streets.
run errands...

I've had enough of playing games.
running around this pit of fire...

Years down the road
and i sit here...

He claims to be Mr. Nice Guy.
the kind of guy that will hold your hand...

Written in 2005
I have a mind...